Chapter 91

White Mask and I were facing each other.

Since it was a private lesson taking place near Rondan Station, White Mask was comfortably maskless.

Just as they say when you're about to start a class you don't want to do, your body twists, I kept wanting to make small talk.

For example, thoughts like wouldn't White Mask, even as a railway enthusiast, feel lonely spending time alone at Rondan Station?

"Master."

"Hmm?"

"Don't you have any first love stories or something?"

You could say it's a rude question to ask someone with a facial injury, but it should be fine just for me.

She looks pretty to my eyes.

And I've already told White Mask herself that, right...